I'd like to say I have something important to say, but I do not.
I'm in Philly - again. Two plus days with back to back meetings. Seriously 7:30a - 6:45p, then dinner with work folks. So it's really until 10p and then we start it all over again on Wednesday.
So I most likely will not have anything to report tomorrow either.
I've been to Philly a lot lately. I have yet to even gander at Independence Hall or the likes. Airport to cab to hotel to office - or some such order of this.
It's like Ohio. Grey, pseudo-cold and rainy. It seems colder due to the rain than it actually is.
I brought work-out clothes, but we'll see. It might be nice to sleep in a little where I have the entire bed to myself. No offense to Denton, he doesn't squeeze me out of the bed, but those two cats can push around a 187 pound man like no one's business. And yes, it pains me to not type 184.
I'll work on that upon my return.
Song by: Bruce Springsteen